Naizgled bezazleno... nastale su promene# (posledice#)... nekada ranije poigrao sam se sa sobom... misli rastrzane, nikada ne mogu da pohvatam sve. fragmenti čuče u tami i pokatkad se pokoji javi stvarajući konfuziju i smisao besmisla. taj čvor koji uporno pokušavam da raspletem i taj... smisao besmisla kojem uporno želim da pridodam značaj... gde san se meša sa snom jer java više i ne postoji... možda sam to ja

Apparently innocently... the changes (aftermaths) occurred... way back I played a trick on myself... distorted thought, I'm scarcely able to gather them all. fragments crouch in darkness, sometimes a few emerge causing confusion and the sense of senselessness. The knot I'm trying to undo and... that sense of senselessness to which I stubbornly want to assign some importance... where dreams intertwine because realty no longer exists... that maybe Me...